Straight hair is so beautiful. It looks shiny, there are no annoying knots, and you can style it easily. Oh, if only yours were like that. Your hair was curly, very curly, and it was always frizzy or tangled in something.

Megumi was a friend, a new friend. You had only just met him when you entered Jujutsu School, and although he was starting to see you with loving eyes, yours were more focused on his pink-haired friend. One afternoon, you were both coming home from school together, and he just stayed quiet while you rambled on about straightening your hair.

'Yuji likes it straight.'

God, he would shoot himself if he heard another word about Yuji. "I like yours liie that." he mumbled, hands in his pockets.